Chapter 8

Posted: August 23, 2006 - 02:55:57 pmUpdated: August 23, 2006 - 04:20:24 pm?

I acted as if I hadn't heard her when Basheera talked about me marrying and deflowering her daughter. I mean what the hell was I going to say?

"Sure, Sheba, I'd love to poke you daughter." Or, "I don't think so, Basheera, I was just fooling when I said I'd do anything for your family."

I don't know what conclusions Basheera reached, because she kissed me again, and then threw me another curve.

"Neeko, why do you not like Tahani?"

Where was she getting this stuff?

"I like Tahani just fine, why do you think I didn't?"

"Because you don't treat her as you do Jamilah, Fatima and me. You have not taken her in your bed, so she thinks you find her unattractive. If you care for her, then you must let her experience this, after all, she is a wife, too."

I looked at Basheera in disbelief. If I remember correctly this was the first time that I had asked one of the women into my bed, the other times were pretty much command performances.

"Basheera, I think that Tahani is scared of men, and me in particular. She seems so shy and aloof around me."

Basheera shrugged. "That is just her nature, ask Fatima about her, they are very close. Fatima will tell you what needs to be done. Enough talking about other women, Neeko, you are with me now; do you think your mighty zakar can return to life?"

I was agog at the woman Basheera was turning out to be. As she became more comfortable around me, she fell back on eons of female logic to make her points, logic that absolutely had no connection to my reality, and you know what? I thought it was adorable the way she offhandedly tried to manipulate me. Well, maybe it was time to wring some concessions of my own out of our so far one-sided negotiations.

"I think my zakar would do exactly as you wanted if my Desert Queen kissed him," I said.

Basheera's eyebrows arched up and she gave a little frown.

"I will try, Neeko, but I've never done anything like that, I will not be skilled with my lips as you are." As she talked, she dipped her head under the cover and took my shaft delicately in her hand. "You will have to guide me, Neeko, but the thought of this is very exciting to me."

It was exciting for me too. As blowjobs go, it wasn't the best I'd ever had, but I have to admit there is a real thrill at instructing a willing woman as she tries it for the first time. Basheera had no idea what felt good to some other guy so she was all for anything I told her felt especially good to me. The whole situation had me as hard as a hickory stick almost immediately. Basheera pulled her mouth off me and flashed me a grin of triumph. I tangled my hands in her long hair and guided her back down. I had to physically pull her off me in a couple of minutes because she was definitely a fast learner.

When my dick exited her mouth with an audible pop I figure what the hell, since we were in the learning mode, I'd teach her about doggie style. Of course, that turned out to be one thing she was familiar with. In a moment, she was on her knees, swishing her pretty ass around. When I had a good rhythm going, I reached under her and stroked her little clit. We huffed and chuffed to orgasm almost at the same time, and fell to the side winded. When I had my breathing under control, I cleaned us up and snuggled in behind her. Basheera didn't seem in any hurry to leave, so I wrapped my arms around her.

"Leila Sa'eeda, Habib (good night, beloved)," she said softly.

"Thank you, and good night to you, my sweet Sheba," I whispered back.

I woke up in exactly the same position I fell asleep in, Basheera still in my arms. Damn, it felt almost too good to be real waking up like that. I was still lying there when she woke up a few minutes later. She rubbed her butt against my morning wood, then hopped off the pallet with a snort.

"Not this morning, my stallion, you must save yourself for Tahani tonight."

She grabbed her shift off the chair and slipped it on. With a toss of her long black tresses, she scampered happily out the door. I got up much slower, but my ankle and knee loosened up quickly as I did my morning business. It was six o'clock by the time I dressed and wandered upstairs. I stood at the back door and watched as the sun broke across the desert. It was funny that the desert didn't appear so bleak and inhospitable that morning.

I was sitting outside on the step, when Adara brought me out a cup of strong, sweet coffee. I liked the potent Turkish brew but decided that tomorrow I would try to cook up a pot of regular old GI java. Adara sat down beside me and snuggled under my arm. I didn't say anything when she pulled my hand down over her chest so I could hold her tighter. We sat there for about ten minutes, until we heard the rest of the gang milling around in the kitchen.

After breakfast, I went out to the greenhouse with the women. Jamilah explained to me that they had only a few more plants to harvest. While Fatima and Basheera cropped the buds from the remaining plants, Jamilah explained how dealing with the hashish traders worked. The traders would show up and after looking at the product and quantity, they would make an offer. The offer was always low and negotiations would begin. After agreeing on a price for the resin, the dealers would go through the same process for the kilos of dried flower buds. She explained that the dealers mixed the flowers and resin in a small amount of water to make a thick gummy paste. The paste was pressed into one hundred gram squares and smuggled to Europe.

That day I also toured the area where they kept their livestock. The Hassans had about a dozen goats, a disinterested looking donkey and a few scrawny chickens in a fenced area about an acre in size. There were three of the acre-sized plots side by side. The plots each had a gate that led into a front area that had a lean-to building with a few stalls and a chicken coop. Each of the plots was irrigated and the grass in them was thick and healthy. Jamilah explained that the goats were rotated between the plots every four days. I was interested in the chickens more than anything because I figured that chickens would be easier to raise and produced eggs as well as meat. Chickens that ranged free do well in hot climates, as long as they have shade and plenty of water.

The last part of the farm was a three-acre stand of date palms. Jamilah admitted that they didn't do as much with the dates as they should. I nodded affirmatively to that. Iraq had been a major producer of dates before the first Gulf War, but the trade embargo curtailed exports. I thought that tripling the size of the grove would be a good idea, especially since date palms were very hearty and grew well in semi-arid areas.

Last on my tour was the metal Quonset hut type building that housed the farm's equipment and machinery. The old Zil truck sat along side the building, along with an old but nice Toyota Landcruiser. The Landcruiser was one of the muscular off road jobs that made the brand famous. It was not the plush, sporty model favored by soccer moms. On the opposite side of the building were a box blade and a small six-disc plow. Inside, Hassan had an almost new 35 horsepower Kubota tractor, lots of hand implements, some surveyors equipment and a very nice gasoline powered tiller. Hassan had all the resources he needed to farm his place but it was all window dressing to cover his pot growing.

I went back to the house at the same time the women took their afternoon break. Work ceased during the hottest part of the day during the summer months. A usual workday was from about six in the morning until two in the afternoon. That afternoon we hung out in the basement. Zahrah and Kalila changed into trousers and climbed into the tunnel I'd found, while I sat and yakked with the wives and Adara.

"Basheera, what kind of weapons do you have in the house?" I asked.

She went up stairs and fetched her trusty AK-47, the AK that Jamilah carried and my Beretta M9, nine-millimeter pistol. The AKs were old and not very well maintained but the damned things were practically indestructible anyway, so they were still good to go. She had one magazine for each AK and about fifty rounds of ammunition. I was surprised they kept my pistol, but was happy to see it. She had the pistol and both clips with the twenty-four bullets I'd loaded them with.

"Basheera, at market day tomorrow, do you think you can find two more of these?" I asked, gesturing to the AKs.

"Yes, Neeko," she answered. "There are many guns for sale there."

I knew that was probably true, because I swear, every Iraqi male over the age of six had either an AK or an RPG (rocket propelled grenade launcher).

"Do you think you can buy two more guns like this one plus seven magazines and 200 bullets for one of the big gold coins?"

"I do not know Neeko, but I will try."

"We need at least four rifles plus the pistol to deal with the hash traders when they arrive. I do not want any trouble, but I want us to be prepared for it if they cause any."

All the women nodded their heads in agreement. Before we could move to another topic, Kalila and Zahrah came bounding excitedly down the stairs. They related the tunnel ran into a small room under the equipment shed, a distance I figured to be about sixty feet. The exit into the shed was a trap door covered by a rubber mat under a worktable. The room below the equipment shed was empty, save for six kilos of hashish resin, a pistol and a set of keys to the Land Cruiser. I went back with the girls to retrieve the pistol. The pistol was a Chinese Tokarev TT54. The TT54 was chambered in nine-millimeter Luger. There were seven rounds in the clip and a box with about twenty more rounds on a shelf. The shelf also held a couple of blankets, some canned food and a few candles. Hassan evidently planned well when it came to protecting his own hide.

We broke up our little hen party after a few more minutes. Everyone except Adara and I went back upstairs to do what ever they needed for tomorrow's market day. Adara and I worked on my Arabic, I told her my new name and she wrote it out for me in Arabic script. I practiced until I had writing my name down pat. We reviewed magazine pictures until it was suppertime. We always ate late in the evening when it was cooler. Supper was usually a light meal; the major meal of the day was consumed at lunch.

Right after supper, I asked Fatima and Tahani to go for a walk with me. I felt very good that evening and thought a little exercise would make me feel even better. Fatima readily agreed, but we had to coax Tahani to come with us. Once outside, I held the women's hands and we walked out to the date grove. I explained to them how the grove could be expanded with less water use than any other crop. I also told them about my idea about raising chickens. I asked about the availability of grains for feed. I was encouraged that oats seemed to be plentiful and reasonably priced.

From farming, I jumped right into relationships, by asking Tahani point blank why she was afraid of me. I learned that she wasn't actually scared of me; she simply didn't know anything about how relations with the other sex were supposed to work. Fatima had been telling her about how things were between she and I, but Tahani had difficulty with the concept because she was so inexperienced. Fatima finally convinced Tahani to come along with her when she visited me that night. I told Tahani that she wouldn't have to do anything she did not want to do. If all she was up to was watching Fatima and me interact, that was just fine.

When we went back to the house, I cornered Basheera and told her she needed to make up a roster that rotated everyone's shower time. I was not thrilled with the idea of cold showers every night. She laughed but agreed to make one up. The women threw me a bone by insisting I shower first that evening. Hot damn, was it nice to take a hot shower again! I could have stayed in there an hour; instead I got wet, turned off the water, lathered up then rinsed off. I'll bet I didn't use three gallons of water for the whole procedure.

I was sitting at the small table in my cell, idly doodling my ideas for the farm, when Fatima and Tahani came down the stairs. Both women were wearing the beige colored ships the wives seemed to favor. Even though the slips all looked the same, I thought that all the women looked good in them. I was impressed with Tahani's figure, she was only a couple of inches taller than Fatima, about five-four I guessed, and she weighed about one hundred and ten. She had slim hips, but her breasts were ample and sat high and wide spaced on her chest. Tahani wasn't as pretty as the other wives, but she was far from ugly. A largish nose and a couple of crooked teeth threw her looks off a little, plus, if I had to guess, she needed glasses, because she squinted noticeably. Those little things were offset by a very nice figure and beautiful dark chestnut colored hair.

It was easy to tell that Tahani was very nervous, so the first order of business was to get her to relax. I motioned Fatima to pull the other chair up next to me and sit in it, then I pulled Tahani down on my lap. Tahani was stiff as a board at first, but as we sat there bandying about ideas, she started to relax. Tahani seemed to like it when I played with her hair and rubbed her back. After about ten minutes, she and Fatima exchanged looks then Tahani turned her head and kissed me. It only took a minute of kissing before Tahani was making little whimpering noises. She didn't make a peep of protest when I stood us up and maneuvered us over to my pallet. Fatima stood up, lit a candle and pulled the string that turned off the overhead light. Tahani was so into kissing I don't think she even noticed when Fatima slipped out the door.

Fatima leaving did not hurt my feeling a bit; I was not all that keen on having someone watch me anyway. I took my time with Tahani, so it took me almost twenty minutes of stroking and kissing her to seduce her out of the slip. I was even more impressed with her lithe, lean body once I had her naked. Tahani liked my lips on her very much; she was passive but responsive. It got to be a game for me to find the places that made her squeak and gasp. Tahani's butt was small, hard, and muscled, and it was especially sensitive; I had her prone on her stomach nibbling her left butt cheek when I finally touched her puffy little vagina. I was gratified when she spread her legs so I could reach more of her.

Tahani acted disappointed when I rolled her over but changed her tune when I went down on her. She startled the hell out of me when she erupted in a loud, "Aiiieeee," when I latched onto her clit. Her nubbin was only a little smaller than Jamilah's, so I had plenty with which to work. I slipped a finger into her while I was slurping on her clit; her little channel was tight even for one digit, even though she was very wet. On a whim, I removed my slickened finger and prodded it against her little rosebud. Tahani liked that a lot. She found herself a nice rhythm of pressing against my mouth and grinding down on the finger in her ass. It didn't take her long to reach a noisy climax that way.

And so it went. Tahani's passionate nature turned out to be almost a match for Jamilah's. Despite her wetness, it took a while to work my dick into her tightness, but once our pubes smacked together, we were off to the races. I lost count of the number of orgasms Tahani soared through before I blasted my load, but I was happy for her for each one she experienced. Once she'd gotten into it, Tahani gave her all, when I rolled off her, she was too spent to move, so I cleaned us both up. When I crawled back onto the pallet, Tahani lazily rolled into my arms. We fell asleep with her half lying across my chest.

I woke up at five-thirty the next morning. This farm living was certainly agreeing with me from the standpoint that I slept well and woke up refreshed. Of course as I gazed down at the top of Tahani's head, it didn't hurt that almost every night since I'd been here, some sweet woman had rocked me to sleep. I slipped off the pallet without disturbing Tahani and dressed. I took my toothbrush and clothes and headed up to the bathroom so she could continue sleeping. Having bathroom privileges was a good deal after making do with the chamber pot. I was boiling water for coffee when Fatima came into the kitchen.

"How is Tahani?" she asked nervously.

"She's still asleep," I replied.

"Did she enjoy her night?"

"I think so, but you'll have to ask her to find out for sure."

Just then Tahani came into the kitchen also. She walked straight past Fatima, threw her arms around my neck and plastered herself against me. Tahani was the first of the women, except Adara, to openly display affection toward me, and the affection wasn't at all merely friendship. She proved that by pulling my head down and kissing me thoroughly.

"Last night was the best night of my life, Neeko," she gushed. "But my poor faraj is sore this morning. Will our joining always be that good?"

Fatima was staring at us with her mouth agape. Tahani saw the look and giggled.

"Everything you said was more than true, Fatima, I will never doubt another word you say," Tahani said to her friend.

Tahani's overt show of affection seemed to break down some sort of barrier between the other women and me. I noticed it when everyone gave me hugs and kisses before they left for market. Most of the kisses were just light busses on my lips, but Adara and Kalila both surprised me by kissing me firmly. I held Basheera back until all the others had left the house and asked her if there was someone selling eyeglasses at the market. I knew the big market at Mosul that I'd been to had a number of venders selling all kinds of used glasses. Basheera said there was an old man who did have a large selection of glasses among his other wares, so I told her to have Tahani try on different pairs to see if one of them might make a difference in her vision.

"What is the matter with Tahani's eyes? She has never complained about her vision," Basheera said.

"I doubt that she know she has a problem either because she probably has never had her vision tested. But have you noticed how she squints? Just have her try a few pair on and see how they work."

Basheera agreed, and off they went, the Zil belching a plume of black smoke. It wasn't until the truck was almost out of sight, that it dawned on me the women had left me all alone. It felt good they trusted me that much. While the women were gone, I puttered around in the equipment shed. I managed to crank up the Kubota and figured out how to work the power takeoff, so I could attach the disc and box blade. I also fired up the tiller and took it for a test run. It took a while, but I managed to figure out how to control it in the rocky volcanic soil. My chicken flock idea looked better and better when I realized how much their droppings would help as fertilizer.

The women arrived home a little before three in the afternoon. I was waiting at the door as they bustled into the house, shedding their veils as they came in. I started to go help unload the truck, but Jamilah told me to stay put. The women were very excited about the success of their day. Of course I already knew of one of their coups, because when Tahani kissed me, she was wearing these cute little black-framed glasses. What I wasn't prepared for was Basheera's success in acquiring us an arsenal. It took all of them to bring in the booty.

If her haul was any indication of Basheera's bartering ability, we were going to have it made, because not only did she snag two more AK-47s, but also managed to get her hands on an AKM assault rifle (a folding stock paratrooper version of the AK-47). She also wrangled us ten of the thirty round banana shaped magazines and a thousand rounds of ammunition neatly packed in the original wooden box. I could see Basheera was pleased by how thrilled I was with her purchases.

The women always wore burkas and heavy veils when they went to town for any reason. They did it so they would not have any trouble. Hassan had always insisted on the burkas, so no one really knew what the women looked like. As soon as the truck was unloaded they all changed into lighter clothing. Everyone was much more casual in how they dressed around me now, especially the wives, and I think all seven of them were spending some extra time on their appearance for me. I handed out a raft full of heart-felt compliments that evening.

That evening, I started weapons training for the women. I had to start with the absolute basics with everyone except Basheera. I taught them how to load a magazine first, then I went through how the weapon worked, and made sure they understood how to be safe with it. I divided the women into two groups for the training, so for each class, every woman had a weapon. My thinking was that I'd give all of them some basic instruction that evening and we'd go outside and fire a few rounds down range tomorrow. Although there weren't enough weapons for everyone, any of the women could use one if necessary.

There was another change in how things in the house happened that night. Starting that night, there was a shower roster of sorts. But the wives shower idea was so much better than any I could have thought up. Basheera went to take her shower, but announced I was next. When I went to take mine, Jamilah went with me. I thought she was getting me a towel, until she stripped off her abaya and joined me. Every night after that I always showered second, and I never showered or slept alone as the wives alternated nights.

After our shower, Jamilah led me down to my room and proceeded to show me our first time together was no fluke. I knew that she and Basheera must have been sharing their experiences, because she took me in her mouth that night, and at least knew the rudiments of oral sex. I surprised her though, when I pulled her over my face so we could pleasure each other.

The next few days were busy, but pleasant, as I settled into being Altair bin Saleem, and started seriously working around the farm. Weapons training went well with Basheera, Tahani and Zahrah turning out to be the best with the AK-47s. We cached the weapons all around the farm and all the women knew where every weapon was located. We even practiced mustering out with them on a few occasions. The women took the training seriously, they were determined to be able to defend themselves if necessary. All the women also practiced evacuating the house through the tunnel to the shed. We kept both pistols in the room under the shed also.

My life was very good, as the women took exceptional care of me and lavished me with affection. They took great joy in hugging, kissing and touching me and I took as much in returning them tit-for-tat. I have to say that I was as happy there on that small desert farm as I had been anywhere in my life. I also have to say that I had never enjoyed the company of women a tenth as much as I did the Hassans. Their simple honesty, sweet good nature and tenacious self-reliance earned them my total respect and devotion. The second two weeks as their guests were probably the most contented of my life.

I managed to convince Basheera that it wasn't yet necessary for me to wed and bed Kalila, but as a compromise, I did start to be more affectionate towards her. Kalila and I ended up as sort of high school sweethearts. We held hands and took walks and even made out some. That arrangement seemed to be to her liking, met with her mother's approval, and was even enjoyable to me. Of course it soon became necessary that I do the same for Zahrah and Adara too, so their feelings didn't get hurt. Adara especially liked to walk with me, she loved to go out to the date groves in the early evening and have me hold her in my lap. Adara was definitely her mother's daughter. Every time we were together, she tried to escalate our intimacy.

I had been a guest of the widows of Abu Hassan for about five weeks, when the hashish traders showed up late one evening.
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